Gunshots fire.

'Aah. This is, your dream huh.' The person dreaming opens their eyes to a grey scene of soldiers looking down towards them.

Pain that intensifies with every second. Fear that pulls you in, a ridiculous sense of chaos. And. A rising, great hatred towards the sneering soldiers. In that moment, pain inverts into pleasure. I'll kill you all, so the girl I prayed.

A repulsive, inhuman voice screeches.

Ahh, this voice has always, always been by my side. Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Alexei, Papa, and Mama never noticed it though. I could always hear this voice. Whenever I played pranks, whenever I climbed trees.

...but, I knew that it wasn't a guardian angel or anything like that. Because right now, like this. I am dying. Three seconds from my death, all that 'he' does, is just watch- closely, watch me.

A fantasy being that was summoned to my killing intent. The monster with demonic eyes that only shows itself to those of the Romanova bloodline, and carrying its accomplishments.

They battered the girl's my body. Burned it. Buried it in the earth. Even as my clothes tore to shreds, my flesh beaten up all over, and buried into the soil it still...- It only had the consciousness, to grasp what was happening. Therefore, those soldiers that had accomplished their task, will never find repose.

'I am watching, dear Anastasia.' Titus uttered.

I won't kill you, I'll let you continue living in fear.

Viy I am is watching you.

Your sins will continue to rampage. Continue to gouge out your confessions. Because, I am always watching. I'm always watching until you die.

Always, Always, Always...!

...Ahh, enough. I can't remember anything but the dark sky...


The day begin to brighten and I smile as I watch the sun slowly rise up to the sky.

The blazing orange in the sky lights up the town as its radiance reflects off mirrors and metallic surfaces, bathing the entire town in glimmering sparkles. The early birds fly through the cloudless skies while trying to find worms to feed their young.

The town's residents wake up from their slumber and ready themselves for the day. The houses lit up as mothers work hard to prepare the family's breakfast, fathers read the daily news and sip on their coffee, daughters and sons look forward to a new school day.

This East Asian country is one of the most beautiful nation I have seen through the ages. The seasons perfectly change according to the year's time and the citizens welcome new technology while still embracing their olden traditions.

The people are cheerful and help each other in their daily lives. Their cultures are different and various, the people do not suffer from hunger nor pain, living fulfilling lives as the police force protects them from the cruelty and savagery the people from long-ago have to go through.

Truly, this land is peaceful. I am both envious and happy seeing it. The strong wins and the weak perish as only the strong is justice, the logic which applies to everyone from the past is no more.

In the modern era, the strong no longer tramples on the weak, and no one has to worry about surviving and risking their lives every time the sun rises. Education and life supports are provided by the government, even an average person is able to both read and write.

Minimum human rights is granted to the citizens in every country. Though some may suffer, at the very least, it is many times better compared to the times when a mother has to sell her body everyday just to feed her child.

In this land, happiness is taken for granted. So why would you complain when you receive the essentials a human needs while still having the prospect to chase after your dreams without interference? Why does human greed even exist when they are given chances to their desires?

The answer, I have long reached. But the question will never leave me. I wonder, what of the future? Will it be one which was occupied by endless destruction as before, or will it be one which is rescued by a miracle?

"There you are, Master." I turn around as I hear a clear and authoritative voice. The youngest princess of the Russian Empire has found me. Looking at her smile, I can clearly recall the bitter and cold disposition she had when I first summoned her. Anastasia had really changed a lot since then.

"I look all around for you." We are currently near the summit of the mountain which overlooks the city. After her summoning, I had helped her adapt to the modern era and explain to her me and my companions' objective for the Fifth Holy Grail War.

The young princess had been doubtful of our unusual goal at first, but she quickly accepted it after a few days... she must have been through the dream cycles like everyone else.

Is she sympathizing with me? She may think so seeing that she was someone who had went through harsh experiences. Killed by her trusted subjects, the young girl was murdered at the Ipatiev House along with her family, servants, and pet animals. No one was spared.

However, princess, what do you see? Do you see a crumbling man, or do you see someone who is shining like the star?

"I apologize, Your Imperial Highness. I was supposed to show you around town but I ended up going off alone." I bow slightly and glance at the city below one last time before stepping down the mountain edge, and towards the pouting snow princess.

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?" She harrumphs cutely. Her expression... it reminds me of someone I once knew. "You don't have to use honorifics. Just Anastasia is fine."

"Yes, I understand. Anastasia." I chuckled, amused at seeing her blushing face. It always work when you catch them off guard.

I came here with the newly summoned Caster-class Servant with the purpose of showing her the present era's state. In fact, only her and the holy woman remained in this island country since the rest had departed to Europe in order to prepare for the next war. It can be said that I am here to 'bond' with her as Master and Servant.

"Shall we?" I extend my hand. She clasped it and I pulled her downwards forcefully.

"W-Wait!" I laughed at her panicking face. Dust flew as we slide down the mountain slope, we almost hit a protruding rock along the way. I call for the silver sabre and at the next moment, we arrive at the courtyard of the residence I bought.

"You..." Ah, the young girl is frowning hard, was the experience too extreme for her? She might explode any second now...

"Let's go explore the town~!" I certainly do not want to confront an enraged Anastasia. So I pull her into a princess carry and immediately run out of the metal gate.

"Wait! I said, wait!"


Eighty years before the present time.

"I ask of thee..."

"I ask of thee, Art thou mankind?" The young girl smiled contentedly. The metal box, which was bound around the chest area of her armoresque dress. The lock that was attached to the girl's choker with silver chains. That lock faintly shone and declared with the raspy voice of an old woman.

'Nay. We art the Realm, the Endless Realm within thine Vase'

A faint light leaked from the chest of the young girl, wrapped in black. The source of the light was her skin. Her collar, which used to be covered by several layers of frills, now revealed her white skin. Once could see a slim neck and delicate collarbones, resembling the wings of a little bird. Furthermore, a chest, devoid of bulges, resembling the one of a boy.

In the middle of it. Above her solar plexus, where her heart should be, there was a rough metal body. This was the first time he noticed, noticed that the lock on her chest had not been attached to her dress. It was lodged directly into her snow-white body. The girl stopped any kind of movement whatsoever and only let out a weak sigh.

"Uh...!" As if someone was calling him, he stretched his arm towards the keyhole. He inserted the key into the girl's chest and slowly plunged it in. The girl stopped any kind of movement whatsoever and only let out a weak sigh.

With a rattling noise the lock opened. It swung open to both sides like a gate. Hidden behind it was a hollow space. A hollow space surrounded by the faint light. An endlessly deep hole. From the middle of her soft white chest protruded a big void. A deep, deep, empty space, that seemed to pierce her slim body.

"-The labyrinth library, which seals nine hundred and six hundred sixty-six thousand phantom books. The gate to knowledge hath been opened-"

...

"Is it that good?"

The young girl munched on the fried bread. She turned to the side and saw her partner's questioning look. "Of course it's good! How can you not understand this heavenly taste? This crunchy texture and the salivating fragrance, it's the best thing in the world!" She harrumphed and lectured the young man.

"That is fine, Dalian, but we are running late." He smiled wryly and clasped her hand. "It's time to go."

"W-What are you doing." The young girl's cheeks reddened while trying to free her hand from the man's grasp. "Let me go! I can walk by myself!"

"Alright." He released his grip and exited the bakery, which was filled with people looking to buy the famous fried bread. The First World War had only ended a while ago and the streets of England was once again in peace.

Gentlemen were smartly dressed in suits and hats while the fine ladies were dressed in long dresses and skirts without exposing their legs. Even though the weather was boiling hot, the men and boys still kept their coats, jackets, and ties on.

The young man put his bowler on and moved towards to center of the city, where the biggest church stood. Passing the white chapel, he headed east along the damp streets and finally arrived at his destination.

The mansion was elegant and neat. Its size was rather small compared to the high nobles' residence, but it was remarkably larger than what commoners lived in. He passed through the white gate and fence, a refined greenhouse could be seen at the building's side.

"W-Wait!" Dalian was out of air. She grabbed his coat and tried to take in as much air as she could. "You cold-hearted man! Why did you leave me behind like that!"

"Weren't you the one who said that you didn't need my help? What? Did you get lost?" The young man teased. "I thought you could at least follow me. Did I perhaps misjudge your ability, Milady?"

"Wa-Wa, wa." Dalian blushed in embarrassment since she could not refute what he had just said since she did in fact almost lost her way. If not for her spotting the unique hat and hair color he had, she'd definitely not be able to arrive here. The white-haired man wore a bowler decorated with a multi-color feather from a species of bird even she had never seen before.

"Come on, Dalian. We have a task to complete." His patted the blushing girl's head and his smile widened seeing her cute pout. "This time, we are going vampire hunting."

"Yes." She frowned after hearing their target. "I don't like those bloodsuckers. They treat human lives as trash and think that they are so high above the clouds just because they have superior physical and magical potentials."

"I agree. That is why I could never forgive them." The young man's eyes seemed to glow as he blankly stared into space. "These pests to humanity..."


Dead Apostle.

They are humans who became vampires either by the use of Magecraft or by the actions of another vampire of similar nature. Among the creatures that fall under the vampire category, they are the most numerous.

And among the Dead Apostles, those who are classified as Ancestors are particularly powerful. The Twenty-seven Dead Apostle Ancestors are the aristocratic elite of the vampires. They are very powerful beings, and many have the ability to utilize Reality Marbles.

Their titles and names are:

1. The Beast of Gaia, Primate Murder

2. The Original Dead Apostle, The Dark Six

3. Ultimate One of the Moon, Brunestud of the Crimson Moon

4. The Second Magician, Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg

5. Ultimate One of Mercury, ORT

6. The Black Knight, Rizo-Waal Strout

7. Disemboweling Sea of Trees, the Forest of Einnashe

8. The White Knight, Fina-blood Svelten

9. The Eclipse Princess of Black Blood, Altrouge Brunestud

10. Nrvnqsr Chaos, Fabro Rowan

11. The First Wraith, Stanrobe Calhin

12. ?

13. Night of Wallachia, Zepia Eltnam Oberon

14. Van-Fem of the Demonic Castle, Valery Fernand Vandelstam

15. The Artist's Lady, Rita Rozay-en

16. The Black Wing Lord, Gransurg Blackmore

17. The White Wing Lord, Trhvmn Ortenrosse

18. Knight of Vengeance, Enhance

19. ?

20. Crown, Merem Solomon

21. The Water Demon, Sumire

22. ?

23. ?

24. Refraction, El Nahat

25. ?

26. ?

27. Dead Apostle of the Millennium Lock, Caubac Alcatraz

Their general rankings are not determined exclusively by how powerful he or she is individually, but rather the paramount danger he or she poses to humanity. Those within the first ten ranks cannot be defeated by normal concepts, as they, themselves, are fantasy much like members of the Phantasmal Species.

Those who live in fantasy can only be defeated by fantasy that is greater than themselves. Furthermore, for those who have reached the Ancestor class, it is possible to exist as a phantom even after losing the physical body.

The Holy Church mainly target these vampires as the Executors of the Burial Agency, an organization created for the purpose of stopping the spreading of the heresy known as vampires, exterminate the Dead Apostles and seal The Twenty-seven Dead Apostle Ancestors with their utmost efforts.

Lastly, unique existences even among the vampires are the True Ancestors. They are incarnated nature spirit and vampiric creatures from birth, however, unlike the Dead Apostles and other blood-sucking species, the root of their bloodlust is psychological rather than physical.

Also, because they are part of nature, they can use the power of Marble Phantasm to change the world around them accordingly to their thoughts. They can be classified as a type of large fairy and their Foundation is of a Mystery that cannot be reached through Magecraft. They are said to be Planet-class Spirits, a rank higher than Divine Spirits.

As the White Princess awake from her slumber and walk amongst man once more, innocents shall be devoured and join the unlife as the setting of the sun marked the start of the conflict between the last surviving True Ancestor Princess and the Dead Apostle Ancestors within this peaceful and quiet mountain town.


Author's Note:

Credits to roadromancer for translating Cosmos in the Lostbelt No.1.

Me lazy. Me no write fanfic. C:

klim770: I'm using Prototype characters with slightly altered background so they can fit into the story while having similar history.

Stratos263: Me too, I wonder how it will go~

ZooFan: I'll try to do better when I write the Fifth Holy Grail War. To be honest, the Kara no Kyoukai and Tsukihime arcs are for laying down foundation for the upcoming arc. I'm using them to introduce new characters and to go more in depth with the existing ones, though I'm getting kinda lazy and probably won't write more slice of life.